Cadmus could not keep his eyes off of her…
He saw her smiling at him in that adoring way that she did.
He felt her arms and legs and hair about him and the way that she would wrap herself about him.
He remembered tensing at her touch—he was not ready to be loved like that. Even now after therapy, and after Cleo he was not sure he was ready.
There was a 1920s photo above the bar, Cadmus let his eyes linger there at its reflection of the Fianna lookalike. Her slender neck was not unlike the neck of the photo of the woman above the bar.
“Do you want another drink?” he asked, and he knew she didn’t even before she answered.
She shook her head.
He placed his hand on her knee, and she looked down at his hand.
“What do you really want to ask me if I want?” she said looking into his eyes, and he swallowed roughly.
He circled his finger around her thigh like he was a lost navigator. They leaned in closer together, as his finger wandered on her thigh. He could hear their breath mingle. It was so intimate, like he never even allowed himself to be with Fianna.
Fianna had wanted this so much—his attention and closeness. It was so hard for him to give it to her then, but it was so easy for him to give it to this stranger.
He looked up at the photo again to distract himself.
“I am waiting for your answer,” she said.
He looked into her eyes, and thought out his answer. Then looked back down at her thigh. This moment felt like something from the Twenties that he wanted to preserve. That intimacy that did not have to escalate like in modern times.
But he wanted her now—
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‘He circled his finger around her thigh like he was a lost navigator‘… damn, that’s a good line. Did he ever answer her?
Nice way to use the prompt 🙂
Rebel xox